I know it's short but... the real meat and tatters is gonna start chapter 2-3!
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Step after step, feet quickly hitting the pavement. Izuku ran from the school, hiding his face and the tears the flowed down his cheeks.
He had continuously lied to himself and others about his stitches. He always said he was quirkless, devoid of anything that made him special.
However, that was all a lie.
He always hid in fear of pain and of others, scared of what they might think. Looking at his own body made him nauseous. The way the stitching wove through his skin looked, almost, as if it were alive.
While it was true that Izuku had no control over the stitches in his body, as it seemed to him, he had control over the needles that lied in wait under his nails inside his finger tips.
Izukus quirk was one he couldn't control all that well, at least to his knowledge. He was too afraid of it to even attempt taking control, or even try to activate it.
His quirk was damaging him night after night, day after day. Bullied, beaten, pitied, he was always feeling weak due to the ones around him.
His teachers, classmates, strangers, and, even if it wasn't intentional, even his mother tore him down.
He opened the door to his home, a note catching his attention.
"Dear Izuku, I had to go out to run some errands. Dinner is on the table and I'll be home later. Ps. Love you."
Izuku hung his head as he took the note off the door and walked into their apartment. He looked at the dinner in the table as he took his shoes off, sighing.
Walking over the table he pulled out a chair and sat down.
Izuku starred at the food on his plate, occasionally poking it with his fork moving it around the plate.
Soon enough he stood up, his food uneaten and went up into his room. Laying down on his bed he let the tears stream from his eyes.
"Why..." He cried, "Why does everything hurt so much?"
Holding his head he continues to sob, his head pounding and his breathing hastened. His fingers tugging on his hair and grinding on his scalp, Izuku could feel the needles that dwelled in his fingertips.
Drawing the slightest bit of blood from his head as his grip tightened abruptly.
He winced from the sharp tearing of his scalp and placed his arms down by his sides, letting the blood run down his hair staining the bedsheets ever so slightly.
He looked at one of his hands as he brought it to his face, his short but sharp nails hiding the nightmare that lurked below them. He shuddered at the thought of bringing the pain he felt upon another soul, it would be cruel.
For hours he continued to lie in weep on his bed, unbeknownst to him, his mother had returned home and had been calling his name.
Inko Midoriya received no answer to her calls which worried her, along with the sight of uneaten food, but not untouched, left on the table.
She walked up to her son's room only to be met with silence and a locked door. Izuku, at least to her knowledge, never locked his door. It surprised her when she knocked after attempting to open the door, only to be met with silence once again.
Inko wondered if Izuku had fallen asleep and left his room alone, still worrying in case it truly had been something else entirely.
Of course, she never knew the true cause of her son's stress. And, as a mother, it caused her the most concern. She had never known what was on her son's mind, not then, not now.
So, what she didn't know was that Izuku was dreaming about starting over at Yuuei. Where people didn't know about his past, where people didn't know about his pain, where people didn't know about his falsehoods.
If he could make it into Yuuei, he could have the opportunity to remake himself. He could no longer have to be the weak, fearful, quirkless, "masochist", he had been all his life thanks to his fear-induced lies.
He could be happy, strong, helpful, a great hero. He could have friends, friends who stuck with him even knowing the truth about him. People he could truly trust and lean on, the kind of people he never had by his side before.
To protect those who couldn't protect themselves. This is the person he longed to be, he has suffered to keep from harming others. He didn't want to suffer, he doesn't want others to suffer.
Still, this is only a dream.
If Izuku truly wishes to make his dream a reality, he would have to work for it.
No one said that changing yourself from the ground up, was going to be easy.
No one even said it was possible for him to do so.
But, even so...
This timid, fragile boy...
Was going to try.